It is not a lucky word, this name impossible; no good comes of those who have it so often in their mouths.
He that has done nothing has known nothing.
We arc the miracle of miracles, the great inscrutable mystery of God.
Imperfection clings to a person, and if they wait till they are brushed off entirely, they would spin for ever on their axis, advancing nowhere.
The true university of these days is a collection of books.
Speech is human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead: therefore we must learn both arts.